Page 102 of Broken Bonds

He points a finger at me, and I roll my eyes.

“You’ve been a grumpy asshole for days, and there’s only one thing that would have turned that frown upside down so quickly. You’re going to see Ramsey. What? Couldn’t wait until we go over for dinner?” he asks with a smug tone, so I smirk.

“Nah. She called and asked me if I wanted to help her get everything and cook with her. She wants to consider it a date.”

“She told me I couldn’t help because she wanted to do it herself!” he gasps like an overly dramatic teen, making me shake my head.

“Suck it up, buttercup. You and Link have spent plenty of time with her. My turn,” I say with a wink, skirting around him and hopping over the bar.

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An hour later, I’m pulling up Ramsey’s driveway in Link’s truck, freshly showered and in decent clothes after stopping by the house to change. I park next to her SUV and hop out, pushing my hair back. At her door, I knock and anxiously wait for her to open, and when she does, she knocks the breath right out of my lungs.

Godsdamn, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

Her hair is flowing down her back in honey waves, tendrils framing her rounded cheeks. She’s wearing a flowing, long sleeved, dark green dress that falls to the floor, the material hugging her belly and making her look even more beautiful than she usually is. It’s also doing wonders for her full tits that make my mouth water for a taste.

I bet they’ll look fucking phenomenal when they’re full of milk and dripping…

I clear my throat at that thought becauseholy fuck, where didthatcome from?

I think I just unlocked a new kink.

“You look stunning, Ramsey,” I tell her, my eyes roving her body, taking everything in.

Her cheeks turn pink, pretty eyes sparkling as she smiles up at me.

“Thank you,” she says, biting her lip. “Come in. I’m almost ready. I just need help getting my shoes on. I hope you don’t mind,” she calls out, stepping farther into the house and leaving the door open for me.

I step in, closing the door behind me, and follow her to the living room.

“Of course not.”

She sits down on the couch, and I see a pair of black flats by her feet.

“I should have been able to just slide them on, but the back wouldn’t go over my heel and I can’t exactly bend down to put shoes on these days,” she says with a laugh, patting her belly.

I smile at her, bending down and helping her slide her feet all the way in.

“You just wanted me on my knees for you,” I tease her once her shoes are on.

She laughs, lightly smacking my shoulder.

“Being on your knees is a good look for you,” she teases back, smiling brightly at me.

That look right there.

I would burn the world down for her to look at me like that for the rest of my life.

“You ready?” I ask her, getting up and holding my hand out for her to take.

“Yep. I’ve got some hungry alphas to feed. Hope you guys like cabbage. I’m making cabbage casserole,” she says, taking my hand and grunting when I help her up.

“Never heard of it, but we’re not picky.”

“It’s something Jillian taught me to cook not long after we found her. It was her grandmother’s recipe. It’s super easy and yummy, and I’ve kind of been craving it,” she says sheepishly as we make it to Link’s truck and I help her in.

I reach in and grab the seatbelt instinctually, pulling it across her front and buckling it for her. My hand rubs against her belly when I pull the belt across, and a baby kicks against me, making me smile. I poke the spot they kicked, not even thinking about it.

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